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On her first new album since 1998's powerhouse Highways & Honky Tonks, Heather Myles ditches the cowgirl look for a more glamorized image, but the music remains unaltered: It's lean, mean, Bakersfield-tough country. And Myles sounds like the baddest badass on the block when her cowgirl-cum-Tammy drawl kicks in on an energizing shuffle ("Sweet Talk & Good Lies") or a plaintive honky-tonk lament ("Never Had a Broken Heart"). Of course Dwight Yoakam would be drawn to a gal like Myles, and he gets as good as he gives on the Spanish-flavored duet "Little Chapel," an ode to love on the wrong side of the tracks that's accented by twangy guitars and mariachi horns. In a change of pace, Myles covers two evergreens, Jimmy Webb's "By the Time I Get to Phoenix" and the Julie London classic, "Cry Me a River." On the beautifully done "Phoenix," she lays on a rich, heartfelt country vocal in an arrangement that mirrors the Glen Campbell original, but with a soft, weeping pedal steel supplanting the string section. "River" closes out the album on a quiet, languorous note, as Myles offers up a blues-tinged vocal that would do Patsy Cline proud. Add a merciless skewering of Music City's misguided ethos, "Nashville's Gone Hollywood" ("You won't even need a steel guitar in your watered down rock 'n' roll/You won't need the Opry/You'll be singing on Jay Leno," she sneers at all the pretty boys and hot babes passing themselves off as country), and Sweet Talk & Good Lies becomes more than merely a terrific album -- it's a statement of purpose from an artist who knows whereof she sings when it comes to bred-in-the-bone country. David McGee, Barnes & Noble